Well, this is a weird one, but that's what we do here!
As usual, all the characters depicted are consenting adults over the age of twenty. Also, just so you know, Damien is a bisexual man and this comes into play during the story.
Thank you and enjoy!
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The field of alien botany exposed one to many interesting and thrilling possibilities. As humanity reached greater heights in galactic exploration, there was an endless stream of new plant species to examine and explore. And nothing was more exciting than the discovery of the more exotic and complex specimens.
"Especially one that could be interacted with in the way that this one can," Damien thought, surprisingly unashamed.
A colleague of his, Sarah, had recently been given the opportunity to go on a guided expedition to an alien planet and learn about its native flora. She had come across one in particular that she had been allowed by the locals to return to the lab with.
Its native name translated roughly to "flowers from drinking man's milk". The plant lived off of the usual sunlight, but also bugs and, when the opportunity struck, semen, which reportedly made its luminous flowers bloom in a wider range of colours and gain certain healing properties.
Sarah graciously accepted the donation of the plant and rushed it back to HQ, eager to begin experimenting. However, she personally could not partake in the plant's most interesting quality. That was where Damien came in. He had wholeheartedly agreed to fuck a plant for science. He loved his job; strange as it was.
He had been given a rundown of what had been discovered about the plant's physiology and consented to the possibility that the plant would be injecting him with a powerful, but perfectly harmless, aphrodisiac to prolong its feeding. No complaints there.
They picked a day where the greenhouse would be a little less humid given the activity that would be taking place. Damien entered the building, followed by Liam, a young intern who was there to take any necessary notes from close observation. He looked to be in his early twenties (at most only about ten years younger than Damien), and seemed eager to learn but also embarrassed.
Damien clapped him on the shoulder. "Nothing you haven't seen before, right?"
"Right," Liam said, his face flushing a bright red.
"And there's no problem with ducking out if it's too much, okay?"
Liam nodded, clutching his note-taking tablet with resolve. He probably wasn't going anywhere, wanting to continue making a good impression.
"The plant's just up ahead," he said, pointing.
"Good."
The two of them trudged through the greenery for another minute before coming across the isolated plant. It was large, coming up to Damien's chest. It had a vaguely upright eggplant shape to it; bulbous and thick at the base and tapering near the top. There were various layers of leaves, and thin protrusions that carried many dormant flower buds.
"It smells so sweet," Liam commented.
Damien deeply inhaled the almost sugary scent. He sighed, contented.
